Most people think of working from home as living the dream. And this may be true, if you have small children, or an ailing parent, or a porn addiction. I have none of those things, and have been blogging full-time, from home, for coming up on a year now.

It kind of makes you crazy, slowly but surely. You miss going to meetings. Yes, meetings. The concept of a group of people sitting around a conference table, listening to themselves talk while ignoring all other viewpoints, over the faint buzzing of the PowerPoint projector. You miss figuring out each morning who has free chocolate at their desk. You miss office gossip. You miss making fun of the nerdy girl who wears a fanny pack to work each day and once wore striped pants with a polka-dot sweater. You miss trying to figure out which admin is sleeping with which VP, and who ratted out your coworker for charging overtime he wasn’t working. You miss feeling sad for the middle-aged recently divorced dude who comes in drunk every day with vodka in his coffee mug. You miss performance reviews; any sort of structured, personalized feedback on how well you’re doing your job. Because, in any given post, some of you are going to disagree, some of you are going to agree, some of you are going to post your phone number for Miley Cyrus, and the rest of you are going to plug InterracialMatch.com. There’s no objective feedback. You have your readership numbers, but it’s hard to cull from that any structured sense of what you’re doing right and what you could do better.

It just gets frustrating, and you go in circles in your head, and you get lonely, and it gets unpleasant.

Anyway.

As most of you have probably noticed by the URL, my website’s a part of Film.com, which is a part of RealNetworks, which is based in Seattle, which is where I’m currently and unexpectedly living.

So when my boss was like, “You know, if you actually want to come into our offices to blog during the day, I’m sure we could get you some space,” my response was, “You know, I’m actually going to take you up on that.”

So, ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in nearly a year, I am at work. And I am neither naked, smoking a cigarette, wearing pajamas nor sprawled on my living room couch. I am in an office. I got lunch at the cafeteria. This morning, I was in a meeting!!!! With a bunch of PR people who are trying to promote my website. And they’re like, “What do you have planned for the next quarter?” because they’re all business-style and smart and important and I’m like, “Uh, that kind of depends on Paris Hilton, doesn’t it?” And they kind of laughed and kind of looked at me like I might be mildly retarded, and it occurred to me that I probably need a little more practice before I’m good to go in this whole “work” situation again.

But I’m so excited to be here!!!

And for those of you who are stuck in an office job that you absolutely hate, just remember: I used to be stuck in an office job that I absolutely hated, too. But I definitely didn’t appreciate all the joys of working in an office. I took them all for granted, until they were all gone. And now I’m absolutely delighted to be in an office!

P.S. The picture above is neither of me nor my fellow office-workers. I just found it online and thought it was hilarious.

I’m in pain just looking at Britney’s monstrous corner-of-her-mouth zit. Those are the worst. They sneak up on you, and they’re unpoppable, and they hurt like hell.

The good news is that her lips still look fantastic. I need to get the number of whoever’s doing her injections.

Here’s Brit-Brit leaving an LA recording studio. I don’t know what she’s recording or why, but I love it.

Leelee Sobieski and Alicia Witt vamp it up at the Las Vegas premiere of 88 Minutes.

I just don’t like Leelee. I don’t know why. She always looks like she’s trying sooooo hard in pictures. It’s painful to see.

I ::heart:: Alicia, though. I wish she’d stay away from Leelee.

Above find the video-taped interview that people are using to claim Cynthia Nixon “let it slip” that one of the SaTC characters dies in the movie.

She doesn’t say that at all.

The interviewer asks her about it, and she plays coy, which is absolutely the appropriate thing to do. It doesn’t confirm or deny anything, it just fuels interest.

My favorite part of this interview is toward the end (around 1:55), when the interviewer tells her, “Now, as an actress you started out very young. As a lesbian you started out very old,” and Cynthia says “That is fair to say.” Then the interview gets pretty hilarious.

Anyway, the point is: this speculation is stupid. She absolutely did not say that one of the characters dies. So let’s all move on.

Yup, it’s Gisele Bundchen, that chick Tom Brady dumped you for after he knocked you up, holding your newborn child!

Oh, yay, yay, yay!!!!

She’s not even showing yet — and there’s been no confirmation from anyone in her camp — but Papa Joe Simpson is reportedly already trying to cash in on Ashlee’s rumored pregnancy.

Says a source: “Joe is contacting all the weeklies and asking them to pony up $1 million to put Ashlee on the cover … The deal would include photos of Ashlee – taken by Joe, of course, so he can make more money – an interview and photos of the baby when she has it.”

Another in the magazine world says that Ashlee could fetch “$60,000 maybe – but definitely not a million. The timing is a little suspicious. Her album is dropping next week, and there was little to no interest until now. Ashlee’s lucky she got pregnant, frankly.”

Lucky? Or smart?

“Unplanned” pregnancies are like totally the coolest thing ever right now! Used to be you just had to get a little dog and a Louis Vuitton carrier. Now you have to birth a freakin’ human.